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Time From His Grave Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABBBCCADDEFAFAGHHGI JKJILMMNNKKOOPQKQRRP SSKK

When the south west wind cameA
The air grew bright and sweet as though a flameA
Had cleansed the world of winter The low skyB
As the wind lifted it rose trembling vast and highB
And white clouds sallied byB
As children in their pleasure goC
Chasing the sun beneath the orchard's shadow and snowC
Nothing nothing was the sameA
Not the dull brick not the stained London stoneD
Not the delighted trees that lost their moanD
Their moan that daily vexed me with such painE
Until I hated to see trees againF
Nor man nor woman was the sameA
Nor could be stones againF
Such light and colour with the south west cameA
As I drank all that brightness up I sawG
A dark globe lapt in fold on fold of gloomH
With all her hosts asleep in that cold tombH
Sealed by an iron lawG
And there amid the hillsI
Locked in an icy hollow lay the bonesJ
Of one that ghostly and enormous sleptK
Obscure 'neath wrinkled ice and bedded stonesJ
But as spring water the old dry channel fillsI
Came the south west wind filling all the airL
Then Time rose up ghostly enormous starkM
With cold gray light in cold gray eyes and darkM
Dark clouds caught round him feet to rigid chinN
The wind ran flushed and glorious inN
Godlike from hill to frozen hill top stepp'dK
And swiftly upon that bony stature sweptK
Then a long breath and then quick breaths I heardO
In those black caves of stillness music stirredO
Those icy heights were rivenP
From crown to clearing hollow grass was greenQ
And godlike from flushed hill to hill top leaptK
Time youthful quick sereneQ
Dew flashing from his limbs light from his eyesR
To the sheeny skiesR
A lark's song climbed from earth and dropped from heavenP
Far off the tide clung to the shoreS
Now silent nevermoreS
Into what vision'd wonder was I sweptK
Upon what unimaginable joyance had I leaptK

John Freeman



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